We've been waiting for this moment for a month. A month of cross-country flights, of explaining our own product to people who couldn't spell API, of security clearances and NDAs and that one guy in Arizona who asked if we were "like, a real company." A month of Jian's father not calling, of Maddy's brother still in physical therapy, of my mom sending me texts I haven't answered.
But now we're here. The operations dashboard is live, and the numbers are exactly what we hoped they'd be.
Maddy leans over my shoulder, breath smelling like energy drink and determination. "I think I got an email saying service has been down since yesterday at 9 PM," she deadpans.
I roll my eyes so hard I can feel my optic nerves strain. "Real funny, Mads."
Jian actually smiles. It's small, just a twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it's the first one I've seen from him in weeks. He doesn't talk about his father, hasn't since that text, but I can see the weight of it in the way he holds himself.
But for this second, he's smiling.
The dashboard glows green across every metric. Uptime: 99.97%. Latency: sub-50ms. Risky Interaction Reduction holding steady at 98.2%, better than our marketing claims. Cencora's traffic is flowing through our endpoints like water through a clean pipe.
"Screenshot that," Jian says. "For the investors."